The beautiful girl stood quite still, looking to westward, a red glow on the white-gold masses of her hair.
"Did you say you were wishing for something, Miss Westonhaugh ?" he asked.

"Perhaps I can get it for you.

More flowers, perhaps?
They are very easily got." "No--that is, not especially.

I was wishing--well, that a tiger-hunt might last for ever; and I want a pair of tiger's ears.

My old _ayah_ says they keep off evil spirits and sickness; and all sorts of things." "I know; it is a curious idea.